Just how strong was Katarina now?
After digesting everything she had gained from the previous battle and recovering from most of her injuries, the answer was something no one knew.
Not even Katarina herself.
If her wounds had been completely healed, she would have been capable of creating a small world entirely on her own, without relying on anyone else's assistance.
Well, not that any experience is useless.
The experience of altering an existing small world had already become invaluable data for her. Every observation, every adjustment, every success and failure had deepened her understanding of reality itself. Even if she could not yet build one from nothing, this opportunity had brought her much closer.
Her eyes gradually changed.
To an ordinary observer, the world remained exactly as it had always been. Mountains were mountains, rivers were rivers, and the sky stretched endlessly overhead.
To Katarina, however, the scenery dissolved into something completely different.
